at the first clear word

had a rough night...getting ready to try and get some things done on (Easy like) Sunday morning.

ESPN is pretty much on loop in this household (does one person count as a household). Outside The Lines is on, they're airing a story about Josh Childress who plays for Olympiakos in Greece.

I just gotta say, aside from the 20 million dollar deal, the fact the team pays his taxes, pays for his (amazing 3 STORY) condo, and gives him a car, i'm jealous as all hell.

He's a smart guy.  It pays to be adventurous...

(and i really need to relax with the parentheses).

it's a lovely day, lets all enjoy it.

hahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahhaha!
i just wish Biden's face was there Jimmy's is.

so i'm a bit sleepless, up early grinding on some projects.

came across this video while goofing off. it kind of mesmerized me all over again. a lot of people who aren't into sports (or maybe not old enough to remember Michael Jordan's hayday, shit, i barely am.) probably sigh or groan when people mention his name, "like what's the big deal? does he even play anymore?"

I don't have a great memory. but i remember Jordan. one of the things i remember most vividly was watching the '87 and '88 Slam Dunk championships. you wanna talk about on-court dominance, defensive prowess, raising the bar. FUCK THAT!* this is what created fans and made Nike...NIKE. what made my otherwise unconcerned great-grandmother pause for a minute and make sure she just saw that. and you always had to wait for the slom motion replay, so crucial, certainty that what u just saw happened and if you were unsure they'd show you 2 more times. wanting to move that way became religious, not really possible, but we tried. short-tugging, the tongue out. If they were lucky a pair of actual Jordans. Skywalker disciples were easy to spot.

Attempting to fly like that was the closest a lot of boys would come to appreciating the power and grace of ballet without the stigma that usually accompanies male interest or involvement in this country. even when (not if) he was busting our teams ass, Jordan felt like ours.

All that to say, you won't get it unless see it.
lol@Ron Harper at 2:45. yea, "watch out".



*totally kidding here.

it is a hard time to be young in America.
what are children being taught?

this evening i was walking behind a woman and her young son. the kid picked up some flyer on the street or something, and i guess his mother saw and told him to throw it away, so he throws it over a fence into the garden of some apartment complex as she looked on.

the kicker? they were standing next to a trashcan.


and i saw this a couple of days ago.

"Then came Soulja Boy Tell Em. I asked him, “What historical figure do you most hate?” He was stumped. I said, "Others have said Hitler, bin Laden, the slave masters..." He said, "Oh wait! Hold up! Shout out to the slave masters! Without them we'd still be in Africa."

My jaw, at this point, was on the ground."We wouldn't be here," he continued, having no idea how far in it he'd stepped, "to get this ice and tattoos."

heres the rest.

it's not so much that i what to call Al Sharpton, it's just that kind of ignorant, shitty worldview that just fucking astounds me. like, you've made it this far in America, and that's all you're thankful for?

i just wonder about people. and with all this election nonsense barreling down on us, i have never been so disheartened by Americans and they values some of them hold dear.

Apologies for sounding judgemental.

PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN! PHILS WIN!

I love those guys. I love Charlie Manuel. Philadelphia deserves it. Nothing ever comes easy for us. I'd love to be there.

World Champions has a real nice ring to it.




Thanks Boys...

art. UNCUT too!




that's a 4 minute documentary, that's what.

PHILS.
WIN.
THE.
PENNANT!!!!!







3 more. Victorino was robbed.

s'all good pop the champ' for your Philadelphia Phillies.



that's what i'm talkin' bout!

all worth watching, but pay special attention a little after the 3 minute mark.

powerful.

...just some stuff i've come across in my voyages through my little piece of timespace.

Firstly I just got finished watching When We Were Kings, the documentary about "The Rumble In The Jungle", the 1974 Ali/Forman fight in Zaire. I highly recommend it. I've come to learn that some of the same was true for Forman however, Muhammad Ali was amazingly charming, intelligent,and talented. His ability to connect with people is enthralling.



Philip Toledano's Days With My Father. It's basically Toledano's chronicle of his fathers battle with his short-term memory loss.

Beautiful photography, and some really insightful commentary. it's like this kind of richly personal journalism, definitely worth checking out.




i cant guarantee this won't be boring, but as a Philadelphian, to know something like this exists is pretty cool and definitely something i wanna take some time and look through.

The Philadephia Rowhouse Manual




Found this dope article about "hanging" monastaries of the world on
Dark Roasted Blend. More beautiful photography.




My Lamb Kabob platter from Astor Mediterranean not far from my crib. Marinated cubes of lamb, seasoned rice, egyptian salad, a lil pita. Heavenly.

and lastly



Vans Mountain Editions, I finally got a pair. Love these things.

my coworker gave me tix to the Phils/Nats game tomorrow night! WOOFWOOF! HELL YEA@guaranteed wins.
i don't have anyone to go with yet (my boy from HS flaked for the same reason he's always flaked. "i gotta study". yea he's in med school but its like 2-3 hours and he aint gotta stay the whole time).

...but i roll doly just fine.

and one of the nicest and simplest concepts in a music video i've seen to date.

Roll Deep Crew - When I'm Ere

normally commercials are just...background noise.

but these are Nike (....yea yea!) ones, that in my opinion do a great job of evoking emotion. if you
the first time i saw each of them i was kind of mesmerized. and despite being plugs for a corporate leviathan, each is genuinely somewhat inspiring. i guess i'm just the sucker they're looking for huh?

check em out. make sure to scroll down to see all three.

</lj-embed></lj-embed></lj-embed>

right now i'm looking at the dopest website

http://www.joakimeskildsen.com/

Mr. Eskildsen has an awesome project on display called The Roma Journey.
im not gonna say anything about it beside the fact its great and you need to just see it for yourself.
here's some enticement though:
























...beautiful folks.

for those who's algebra I is a lil shaky. dope(2) = 2 times dope.


"This is Larry Jordan, brother of legend Michael Jordan, dunking a basketball at 5'8. I guess athletic genes run through the Jordan family. Originally aired during the 1987-88 season"

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN. (peep Mike's Bears sweatshirt too. BANANAS!)

annndddddd...


Shaolin vs. Wu Tang Intro

no point in commenting, it speaks to itself.
(i'm gonna overload my netflix with Shaw Bros. kung-fu)

I've been enjoying the Olympics a lot more than I expected I would. But it occurred to me the other day, that I've never had cable during the games. So when I wanted to watch, say, the Dream Team or boxing, I was usually getting shitted on by NBC with 3 hours of gymnastics or rowing.

Boxing has definitely been my favorite to watch. Boxers from places I didn't expect were nice, Iran, India (3 fighters in the Q-finals), Mongolia. The U.S. fighters have been somewhat disappointing. Not so much because they lost, but in the ways they lost and how they reacted. A couple blamed the judges scoring (which has been shitty admittedly) but they pretty clearly lost their fights, in my opinion anyway. There's also this issue of them listening to the advice of their coaches back home. It breaks down the team dynamic, if each guy is deviating from the coach. Guys from other countries aren't doing that, they're uniting under one coach, for one goal(sounds corny, I know). As the boxing commentators put it, "you think Kobe, is calling Phil Jackson back in L.A. for advice?"...exaaaaactlyyyy! And in fairness, most of the guys who lost, did so gracefully, Shawn Estrada and Raynell Williams in particular.
 
I definitely support the American guys, but the Cubans are super impressive, and who I'd like to see win gold, especially Roniel Iglesias Sotolongo, only 20 and a super polished fighter. Otherwise, I dig the British, French, Dominicans and Indian fighters, and really respect all the guys I've seen fight.

As for the rest of the games, I want "Redeem Team" to win gold. They've been real entertaining, and it's admirable that these multi-millionaires are seeming to play for something bigger than themselves. Late last night I got to see a replay of Usain Bolt winning the 100 meters. Fucking amazing, the dude is SCARY fast. Homey started celebrating 15 meters before the race was over too.

I'm sick of Michael Phelps and the associated mania, sick of gymnastics, sick of the China-bashing, sick of China adding fuel to that fire.
The Olympics (coverage) is infamous for overkill, so naturally I'm sick of a bunch of shit.

Ironically, I haven't gotten to see much soccer. Oh well though, I'm enjoying what I have seen.

and thank NBC for cockblocking Olympic highlights on youtube. BITCHES.

or a thought...this is basically what i think about when i'm on a plane...
thoughts about falling from that high in the air. this weird combination of fear, exhilaration, and wonder.

that even reminds me of myself...crazy right...




more to say, but i'll post again a bit later.

and the past few weeks have been a bit crazy. that's really all i can say...

anyway...a few more SF hits courtesy of the homey rehes.



so Black James Dean son!

so i was in Philly this weekend.
lost my not-even-a-month old RayBans
broke my digital camera for good.
was stymied a bit more generally...

made some progress elsewhere.
hung with pops & the fam & the homies tho.

meantime, got some S.F. pics
(with said departed shades making an appearance).
Holga style, 120 format shit. super dope.









more to come...

it's everyday...

IN. LIFE.


Justice - Stress

Ay Bebop hard rock ya style is mad tight, ya style is mad tiiiiight

one of my favorite songs ever, my favorite anime ever. does it get any better?



DOPE!